Steven covers himself as much as possible as he goes over to the box. Inside he fines something to wear….just nothing that he would wear in public. "Who would wear this stuff? Heck Who leaved this for me? He thought to himself as he emptied the box onto the table.
Their is a pair of rubber shorts seeming to be a size or two too small for him but stregable with what looks to be an icon of a padlock in a similar print on font to the band on his arm.
There is a gas mask with thick red lens that makes looking out of them difficate to say the least as everything comes out in a red haze when Steven looked thught the lens as best he can withoutwearing it. The mask head a strong rubbery musk to it at made his eye water the second the seint hit his nose. A thick pair of weighted work boots, just Steven’s size too but no socks.
There was a pack of what look to be medical pattens with a printed out to where to apply them. He pulls out a black canister with a tube that fits the gas mask and straps to be able to carry it on your back or chest. Lastly there are a pair of ear buds and a printed note.
“Instructions for unit 1915
Put on boots and underwear
put on pattens as show on packet
Put on radio transmitters and lay on bed til order otherwise
Keep following orders
Overseer units will check on worker units progress”